Night Owl (The Complete Serial)

James

Casey shudders under my touch and the knowledge that I did this to her charges through me. I bet if her skin was exposed, instead of in this unflattering dress, I could see the goose bumps peppering her pearly skin. Her breath is light and tastes sweet. When she’s on air, she likes to suck on these strawberry candies. It’s the only thing she’ll have while she’s working. I have my PA order them in bulk and put them in a little crystal dish on her desk. She’s barely made a dent in the stash I keep for her, but I want to make sure she never has a reason to leave my employ. Hell, I’d give her a raise if I didn’t think it would draw the board’s undue attention.

Casey clears her throat and draws my focus back to her. “Are we staying in the car all night, James?” Her lips move against mine and I don’t want to pull back, but the car is less than ideal for making out and can get cramped if we try anything else. I’m a little old to be sneaking around in a luxury car when I have a perfectly fine penthouse for these kinds of situations of the romantic nature.

“Let me walk you up.” This is usually where Casey puts all her defenses back up, like a Jedi force field, and mind fucks me from a distance. I let her go and feel the remote coolness once we distance ourselves. Like a good girl, she waits for me to open her door. The one time she got out of the car and didn’t wait for me to open the door like a proper gentleman, I walked her to her door and pushed her inside to put her over my knee. Three hard spanks to the soft skin had her squealing in shock, but she never again disobeyed my desire to open doors for her. I told her what would happen if she tried to do that again. I can handle her rejecting me, but I won’t tolerate her having me treat her as less than a lady.

I take her hand and help Casey out of my car, letting her lead the way into her building. Two steps behind, I stay close, watching for the creepy neighbor or anyone else who might cross our path. Her hips sway with the cadence of her steps and the heels of her black boots that come up over her delicious knees, which I’d like to put around my shoulders. Just a small area of skin is visible and coated in thick black tights, but it’s those glimpses of skin I crave. Casey refuses to show me anything else, no matter the season. She’s always wearing some long dress, this one is the shortest I can recall, and heeled shoes with stockings of varied colors. Neon pink, turquoise, holiday red, stark black or some lacey pattern… I could go on, but what I desire most is to see what’s underneath the silky stretch of material when I slide my hand up and under her dress, pulling down panties and whatever other secrets she’s got hiding up there.

“James, you’re staring.” Casey has stopped in front of her door, her back to me, pausing to use her key to open it.

Scoffing, I reply, “How do you know? You’re not even looking at me.”

“I always feel you looking, watching, and waiting, James. It’s not going to happen.” She practically snorts her reply and a primal growl grows within me.

Reject me tonight, will you? We’ll see about that. “You mean tonight?” I challenge, implying that she’s still not ready to give into me and I kind of don’t care.

“I mean at all.” Her voice wavers, which leads me to believe I’m breaking her down. She thinks I just want a quick fuck but, in reality, I’m far too intrigued for that. I want a slow taking, getting to know every inch of her curves, licking each one to see if the rest of her tastes like candied strawberries and not just her smart mouth.

“I don’t think you’ve given this nearly enough consideration.” I crowd her, placing my palm on the door jam and leaning in, not giving her room to back away and preventing her from opening the door and escaping. There’s heat between us, like a fire waiting to be fanned to life.

“On the contrary. I have.” Shocking me, she pushes her cute derriere into my groin as she leans in to open the door.

Brat. Cock tease. Blood rushes south and my dick strains uncomfortably against my jeans. Her ass fits perfectly to me, but that’s not where I want to pound into her the first time. She doesn’t look at me and my smile grows bigger as I trail my hand down to the base of her spine, my fingers pressing against the gentle ridges of each vertebra. The thick fabric of her dress is no match for the touch of my hand.

“James…” My short nails scrape against fabric teasing right back.

The breathy whisper is all I need. I lean over her and whisper in her ear, “Maybe a refresher of what you could be missing is in order.” Hooking my arm around her middle, I drag her inside, locking the door, slipping on the chain. She wiggles in my grasp and I squeeze my arm, making her stop her protests. Now that the door is secure, I let my free hand cup her breast.

“James…”

“Keep saying my name, Casey. I don’t want you to forget who made you so wet because you are, aren’t you? You’re soaking wet, just for me.” Her whimper shoots an arc of electricity through me, definitely fanning the fire.

5

Casey

“Dammit, James. Why me?” The words tumble out like a confession I can’t keep contained. Why don’t I stop him? He’s got his arm around my waist like a fucking caveman, snaking his free hand over my breast, rubbing it through my dress. Boldly, he moves his arm up to my neck to hold my head up. Something about not being able to move from this man after running from him for so long finally feels right.

“Why not you? Casey…,” James groans, pulling me tighter to his chest, forcing me to turn and lean into him. I’m craving more of his touch, but his arms remain still, his hands just holding me.

Why has he chosen me? I know it’s the million dollar question everyone will be asking me, but I don’t have an answer. If not James, then who? Besides my creepy neighbor, who only wanted a free titty show and a motor boat, I’ve been single and alone. I know about the neighbor’s desire for a topless show because the creep propositioned me shortly after I moved in. For all of my life, I’ve been the girl guys want to “play” with, but not keep. James has never been anything but steady through my hesitation.

He presses his lips to my neck and I let my eyes flutter shut. Across the room is a mirror and I can see our reflection in it. I lean my head into his kiss, lips sucking my neck firmly with pressure before letting go. “James…” Forming a sentence is beyond my abilities and he smiles, watching me in the mirror.

James is busy trying to pull up my dress past my knees and thighs, walking me through my apartment. “Tsk, tsk, Casey. We’ll come back to the mirror another time.” I almost hate that he is able to know what I’m thinking.

He drags me over to my sofa. Will he take me over the edge, or make me service him instead? I wouldn’t mind either one. James’ cock rubs up against me, and my tongue traces over my lips in anticipation. I’d love to feel him filling my mouth and thrusting past my lips to hit the back of my throat as I suck on him and let my teeth graze the ridges of his dick. I imagine him running his fingers through my hair and gently pulling a fistful of it when I do something that makes him even harder than he is now. I think part of my rejection of James stems from the anticipation of it all finally ending. What would we do if we weren’t fighting this attraction to each other? It would be like an addict coming down from the perfect high. If I gave into him, how would I get that feeling back? It is more than him just being my boss. Women fucked their superiors all the time. That wasn’t the issue for me as much as it being the last vestige I could claim to keep me in check from unleashing my equal desire for him. It’s the things I should do, the wicked things my evil twin within me would love to do.

“Too much thinking in that pretty head up there. Tell me where you want it, beautiful.” His hips grind against me and my mouth opens, parched and unsure of what to say.

“What?” The word tumbles forth. I’m not sure what he means.

“Wall, couch, floor, counter, bed… Work with me, woman.” Oh–he means sexually.

Why am I feeling so disconnected? James isn’t letting me go and a rush overwhelms me. As he continues to rub his thick ridge fr

om behind me, I feel my blood heat and my body flush with a fine sheen of sweat under my disheveled clothing.